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PRINCESS OF GOD
She visited her first hospital at
the age of seven, in 1916, ministering to Romanian soldiers wounded in the
First World War. Her younger brother Mircea, “the great love of my heart,”
as she called him, died that November. By December Princess Ileana, who in
the fullness of God's time would become Mother Alexandra, was on the run
from the Germans, trapped in a city with no food or fuel in the coldest
winter in fifty years. Until 1918, her life was one of hardship and
deprivation which affected her health for the rest of her life.
Even after the war ended Ileana had more than her
share of heartbreak. When she married, in 1931, her brother, King Carol II
effectively exiled her from her
Romania.
Her mother, her best friend and closest confidant, died in 1936, while
Ileana was desperately trying to get to her side.
Even so, Ileana made a happy and
loving home for her husband and their six children first in
Sonnberg,
Austria, and from
1943, in
Romania,
where she built and worked in a hospital in Bran. In 1944, the Communists
took power and made her life increasingly dangerous. Faced with the choice
of exile or execution at the end of 1948, Ileana left
Romania,
to eventually settle in Newton,
MA
USA with her six
children. Her husband returned to
Austria
and they divorced in 1954.
CLIMBING MOUNTAINS
With such a life of hardship and
heartbreak, it would not be surprising if Ileana had turned her back on
God. But the trials and tests she endured only strengthened her faith,
which had been confirmed at an early age. At seven, at the end of a phase
of life she described “as a far-off dream of a story I was once told,” she
woke very early one morning. In the dawn light she saw her and her
brother’s guardian angels and a group of angels surrounding her brother’s
bed. Entranced by the visitors, she approached her guardian, but he backed
away, indicating that she couldn’t touch him. The other angels laughed
with delight at her excitement, and moments later vanished. Though the
memory faded with time, it seemed to help her face the trials and
heartbreak, to use her troubles to draw closer to God.
Even her work with in the
hospitals during WWII taught her lessons in faith. Watching soldiers
suffer and die, sometimes over the course of months, she said that “there
were many . . . who gave to
me something of the vision they were granted of a new heaven and a new
earth.”
When denied permission to attend
her mother’s memorial service, Ileana thought her heart would break. To
have her King (and nephew) deny her permission to attend the memorial of
her closest friend and confidant was more than she thought she could bear.
She climbed to the chapel in the mountain where her mother’s heart lay,
and there, while gazing out at the surrounding mountains, found that “Such
things were there simply to be overcome; they were put in our way for us
to. . . mount one step higher until finally we attained the Mountain, the
true reality of living.”
STRUGGLING UP THE SLOPES
It was a realization which allowed her to cling to her faith four
years later, when she was exiled from
Romania,
and suffered a complete collapse. She couldn’t pray – she was “as one dead
inside.” She stood in her icon corner wordless and bereft. It was then she
realized the power of the church for she could feel the prayers of the
faithful upholding her and saying for her what she couldn’t say for
herself.
The monastic life had always attracted Ileana – she visited
monasteries regularly in
Romania
and in
Austria
she dreamed of opening a monastery in the mountains. When she immigrated
to the US,
she was a frequent visitor at an Episcopal convent in
Boston – so frequent that the
Abbess became her spiritual mother.
By 1961, when her children were grown, she entered a monastery in
France
because there were no Romanian or English language women’s monasteries in
North America. It was the right choice as her
eldest son Stefan noted: “She was more at peace than I’d seen her in a
long time.”
Sister Ileana was tonsured a full
monastic in 1967, and given the name Mother Alexandra. She returned to the
US, to
open a monastery in Ellwood City,
Pennsylvania. It was a time of great
spiritual growth for her. Building the physical monastery was hard enough,
but for almost twelve years there was Mother and one or two others. Women
came to see and test the monastic life, but Mother joked, “They comes and
they goes, but mostly they goes.”
Until Mother Benedicta arrived
in1978. A fully professed monastic for over fifty years, the elder nun
brought with her the monastic tradition. The monastery grew for the next
twelve years, until there were twelve nuns crowded into the
cloister.
REACHING THE
SUMMIT
In 1990, God
blessed Mother Alexandra once again. The Communist regime in
Romania
fell, and the new government allowed her to visit the homeland she thought
she would never see again. She traveled to
Romania
that fall, where she was greeted with crowds of cheering Romanians. It was
a crowning joy of her life and she returned to the monastery with a new
peace and serenity. Just weeks later, on the eve of her eighty-second
birthday, she broke her hip. While in hospital awaiting surgery, Mother
suffered a heart attack that crippled a full third of her heart. Her
family and her doctors made her as comfortable as they could, but she was
in agony. Her skin was so tender the oxygen mask cut like a knife, and the
machines to assist her breathing and heartbeat tormented her. One of the
monastics commented that she “experienced the torture of her own Romanians
. . . her suffering was no longer empathy and vicarious, but real and
experiential.” Her sister nuns prayed and sang molebens constantly.
Finally, on January 21st, as her cell attendant prayed, “God is
light, God is with us,” Mother left the world to join the angels who had
visited her so many years ago.
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